#fractiousfairy

SHAME ASIDE STEPPED, and left only wall behind. WILL TO CATCH FALLING DAZED FAIRY, and snog.

♚- My character is a revolutionary that has now been captured by the king/ queen, your character

There was no precedent for what should happen should the Tyrian die without issue. So you are Regent. Nightly, you curse the Condesce for being so thorough with her culling of heirs: you get fewer every sweep, and nothing is a good match. Yet you hold the Empire in the tightest of grips. You have waited fair too long for the Dark Carnival. You can wait for this.

You throw aside reports of the rebellion, impatient. You know you were not meant to rule, but honestly. Their terms are illogical, and to hand over less than autocratic power would go against your Oath, and you cannot do that. The humans that live on the newest of the Empire's planets simply do not understand. Regrettably. Though you've long suspected your Pitchmate of colluding with them... Never mind.

There's been a capture. The figure is dragged behind the laughsassin, looking utterly derelict. Pieces of red armour drop even now from his gangly frame, and are crushed by the guard following behind. All that is left is a mask, a chest piece, and a few more parts attached to his legs, mostly.

You are informed he fought bravely, but that he is a great threat: His chest thing can zap the unsuspecting. A human psion? One of your yellow hued-but-officially-indigo offsiders holds him for you. Letting him squirm for a bit seems prudent. You settle your long hair around you, and the cape, and then speak once he is still.

The masochism tango

THey'd fought for hours, and the Highblood had to admit he was running out of breath. The Summoner took his chance, and pulled him close, grinning, cocksure as ever. The Highblood grinned, spitting purple and brown blood into Summoner's face. They twirled.

They had to have been dancing (Fighting?) for hours now. The longest yet. The Highblood pulled Sum up, and out, bumping him into a cabnit just in time for sum to carefully lean him back, dropping him to the floor below just when the Highblood had decided he wouldn't. Damn, he'd thought he'd moved that paperweight after he'd finished juggling. His head.

Dizzy, the Highblood didn't fight when Sum pulled him up, tracing the purple tauran symbol scarred into his chest.